He goes. Off at the single word like Shepard fired off a starter's pistol. There's a part of him - there's always been a part of him - that marvels at her. That sees his commander, sees this little (a weird descriptor for Shepard, always) human turn into a supernova. It's breathtaking, really. Every single time. Sure, he's seen biotics throw their weight around before. You work with enough asari eventually someone's going to get into an altercation and throw someone through a window. Human biotics too. But none of them ever garnered the same sort of feeling he got seeing Shepard work. He'd stop and watch, if he could. If this were any situation other than a serious mission.
She's incredible.
Instead, he bolts. Garrus has to bend to really get into the structure, but he's dealt with much worse before. The hand keeps waving, and his own find the rubble they're entrenched in. It looks stable enough, if he can get the top off - it's some kind of table, heavy, old, carved intricately and made of real wood. It's saved the occupants, but also trapped them, unable to get leverage from underneath.
Garrus' talons work under the lip of the table, making enough of a gap to wedge his actual hands under it. Then he shoves upward, gets his shoulder and then the edge of his cowl into the space, making himself into a living support.
"Can you move?" He hears a faint affirmation, and gestures with a hand. "Go!"
"I can't carry both - "
Dammit. Glancing around - once to check Shepard's status, the other to duck his head under the table shield. Human woman, bruised, dirty, holding a child. And an older child, maybe a teen, their face tear-streaked, their leg twisted and limp. Perfect. He exhales, and gestures again. "Go. I'll be right behind you with them!"
The woman scrambles, apparently trusting this weird looking savior to grab her other kid. Hell maybe she doesn't even know them, they were just trapped together. Garrus reaches down, reaches in, still bracing the table on his cowl, the heavy bone supporting enough to let him duck. "I'm going to pull you - and it's going to hurt. But either that or this comes down on your head."
... Garrus. May not be the best for talking to frightened teenagers. But still, the kid grasps his hand, and he drags them the rest of the way, while they stifle a few cries.
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He goes. Off at the single word like Shepard fired off a starter's pistol. There's a part of him - there's always been a part of him - that marvels at her. That sees his commander, sees this little (a weird descriptor for Shepard, always) human turn into a supernova. It's breathtaking, really. Every single time. Sure, he's seen biotics throw their weight around before. You work with enough asari eventually someone's going to get into an altercation and throw someone through a window. Human biotics too. But none of them ever garnered the same sort of feeling he got seeing Shepard work. He'd stop and watch, if he could. If this were any situation other than a serious mission.
She's incredible.
Instead, he bolts. Garrus has to bend to really get into the structure, but he's dealt with much worse before. The hand keeps waving, and his own find the rubble they're entrenched in. It looks stable enough, if he can get the top off - it's some kind of table, heavy, old, carved intricately and made of real wood. It's saved the occupants, but also trapped them, unable to get leverage from underneath.
Garrus' talons work under the lip of the table, making enough of a gap to wedge his actual hands under it. Then he shoves upward, gets his shoulder and then the edge of his cowl into the space, making himself into a living support.
"Can you move?" He hears a faint affirmation, and gestures with a hand. "Go!"
"I can't carry both - "
Dammit. Glancing around - once to check Shepard's status, the other to duck his head under the table shield. Human woman, bruised, dirty, holding a child. And an older child, maybe a teen, their face tear-streaked, their leg twisted and limp. Perfect. He exhales, and gestures again. "Go. I'll be right behind you with them!"
The woman scrambles, apparently trusting this weird looking savior to grab her other kid. Hell maybe she doesn't even know them, they were just trapped together. Garrus reaches down, reaches in, still bracing the table on his cowl, the heavy bone supporting enough to let him duck. "I'm going to pull you - and it's going to hurt. But either that or this comes down on your head."
... Garrus. May not be the best for talking to frightened teenagers. But still, the kid grasps his hand, and he drags them the rest of the way, while they stifle a few cries.
"We're coming, Shepard!"